why would i tell you? ( leaning back on his elbows, sloooowly sinking back into bed now that kaveh is closer once again. reaching a hand out. ) that would ruin the birthday surprise.

mhm. your gift is a day off to do nothing. ( naturally, his hand cups kaveh’s cheek without thinking, using it to guide him to lay down with him. displeased the architect is now wearing a shirt in bed, but oh well. ) just because you forgot your birthday doesn’t mean i did.

when did i mention sleeping? ( that said, a hand cards through unruly blonde, eyes slipping closed as if going back to doing just that. he huffs. ) you would think that. very well, if that is what the birthday boy wants, i will oblige. you may ask for one thing.

( the hand petting the back of the other’s head stops, and all kaveh receives in return is a deadpan stare, before a brow slowly raises. after a few moments of quiet, he answers, voice equally level. ) that’s not funny.

you’re late.

making me dinner.

i don’t want my cooking. i want your cooking.

it isn’t. ( a frown. ) your food is average at best. but i want it. 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

( a victorious twitch of a grin. following kaveh into the kitchen to observe. eventually hooking his arms around the architect’s waist, chin on his shoulder. ) you look good when you cook. i like watching you.

i’m not picky. i’m particular. ( burying his nose in kaveh’s nape, shoulders relaxing for the first time today. particular about scents too. his stomach has been especially sensitive, but he’s not telling kaveh that. ) your cooking is simply the only thing that brings me comfort.

( a pleased hum. ) i mean it. ( pressing a kiss to the back of kaveh’s neck before pulling away. he indeed has books to read. ) you look good when you cook. capable.